Jewish Blues

In honor of the upcoming festival of Pesach I thought I'd post this lyric that I wrote some time ago. Its a Jewish blues song, which I wrote under the influence of Robert Johnson. The structure is the traditional blues form, influenced quite a bit by Johnson's Traveling Riverside Blues. In my head I hear it being sung to much the same basic melody as Traveling Riverside Blues, with a few changes. If I have some time I may attempt to jot down some musical notation to go along with it, but I make no promises.

Traveling Pesach Blues
by John W. Leys

There's Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
There's Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
Except into the wilderness, baked and cracked in the sun

I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
Stumbling onto holy ground, my eyes must be deceiving me

I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
A still small voice is wailing, like nothing I've ever seen

"Go to your people, tell them what you know.
I said, Go to your people, tell them what you know.
Tell that bloody Pharaoh to let your people go."

Topic: Song Lyrics, Passover